better visual, he repaired internal damage and she sutured the bullet riddled body. It was, in his opinion, like poetry.
“Great job Dr. Fulgram.”
Kasie was tired and her defenses were down, it was the only explanation why she returned his enticing smile with one of her own. “Thanks Dr. Jackson. Your work was brilliant in there.” He really was a fantastic surgeon and even the past two hours had taught her plenty about technique and quick thinking.
Jase watched her walk away and wondered, not for the first time, if she would ever call him JJ like the rest of the hospital staff. She was always so stiff and formal with him, referring to him as ‘Doctor’ as though that was his first name, not Jase. “I’m leaving in an hour Dr.Fulgram so I’ll need you to keep an eye on this patient, monitoring vitals every hour. Call me if they elevate to the red zone.” She nodded and he watched her walk away, posture straight even after the long day that wasn’t over for her. He knew she’d already been at the hospital for twenty four hours and would be here for another twelve, but he’d put in his time as a resident so he got to sleep in his own bed.
Watching her walk away Jase suspected his pathological desire to get her to like him had more to do with her skills as a doctor and the way she filled out a pair of scrubs. Kasie Fulgram was a beautiful woman, no matter how hard she tried to hide her firm round ass, plump over-sized breasts and a waist so small she used rubber bands to hold her scrub pants up. He’d spent more than a few nights imagining how she would look out of her scrubs. Were her nipples strawberry red or were they pink like raspberries? Were they large and eye catching? Were her breasts covered in freckles like the bridge of her nose? Was her pussy bare or did she have a strip or a triangle decorating it?
JJ shook off those thoughts and turned his attention back to the tablet in his hand. Kasie had long disappeared down the hall anyway and he was ready to go home.
~
It was after midnight when Kasie finally woke up, or rather when a terrified first year resident woke her up. She stretched her tired and aching body in the chair meant for a munchkin and swiped a chunk of hair from her eyes. “What is it?”
“Female. Multiple stab wounds with internal bleeding. They’re paging you.”
The way the first year took several large steps back would have been funny if Kasie were at all awake. “Okay, I’ll be down in a minute.” She was already out of the chair and splashing water on her face. She grabbed a small paper cup and filled it with hours old coffee and chugged it as she made her way to the ER. “Okay what do we have here?” She snapped on a pair of gloves and strode confidently toward the patient.
Donna, the best ER nurse around, summed it up succinctly and for that Kasie was grateful. “Multiple stab wounds, low blood pressure and blood loss for starters. We’ll know more once you get in there.”
She nodded and got to work. The woman appeared to be in her late thirties and she was underweight with stringy dark red hair. But what Kasie noticed most was the more than two dozen stab wounds covering her abdomen, breasts, arms and thighs. But she began with the large scar curving from her eyebrow, arching over her cheek and down her jaw before it ended at her jawline. It was deep and red and throbbing. “Is she sedated?” When she got confirmation, Kasie got to work, opening her up and fixing internal damage before getting to the surface wounds. Several hours later Kasie was finally ready to close her up. She allowed the first year who woke her to do the sutures.
She looked all around for the chart and found the name blank. “Why is the name blank on this chart?” That’s the quickest way to lose patient information and the blame would fall to her even though nurses to intake information.
“She had no identification at all but instead of listing her as Jane Doe I figured she